Worthy?

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Am I worthy ?
This earthen vessel limited by time and space,
With vain eyes to behold the goddess Poesy?
To be enlisted into her sovereign army?
For she who dwells in a realm beyond  reach,
Beyond the grasp of soiled hearts.

Am I worthy?
To pick her pen and scribble
Scribble verses that rhyme in meters,
Or lines that sway fellow mortals,
Then to Christen it  poetry.

Am I worthy?
To hear the same voice that birthed
The poets of the forgotten ages?
She mourns the absence of ingenuity
Her cries ascend to the heavens, unheard.
She weeps for the darkness of heresies
Imprisons and saddens her core.

Am I worthy?
Or do I aggrandize the sorrow
Dip my fingers and spread open her wound?
Or I am a silver lining among dark clouds,
A strand of the hope that still lingers?

              The whitelion


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